Bella's hand clamps over Mynx's mouth before she can finish another word. The shapeshifter's lips are soft and yielding under the pressure of her palm. The steam of her startled breath is almost as satisfying as the feeling of the contours of her jaw against her fingertips. She scowls as she squeezes tighter and tighter, until she feels bones start to tremble at her touch. Mynx's face is hotter than a stove. Bella holds her anyway, glaring holes through her as she keeps her only friend locked at arm's length. "Offer to bite me one more time," she snarls, "And you're gonna find out how hard it is to impersonate anybody without any teeth." She can feel the shiver running all the way through Mynx's body go up into her arm. She watches the way that Mynx's eyes grow wider, and then slack. She doesn't let go even now, but for as tightly as she squeezes her fingers are turned so carefully to keep her claws off of Mynx. She growls and throws the shapeshifter away from her... but onto the bed. She sighs, and grabs the coffee. "It's too fucking early for you to be this weird. You know normal people do this thing called sleeping, right?" She takes a long sip of the hot, bitter drink and lets her eyes drift shut again with a gentle sort of trust that makes it seem like that last few moments hadn't happened at all. And maybe it didn't; the longer she sits there on the edge of the bed, alternating between sips and demure chewing of her breakfast, the more she seems like a different person. It's in the way her shoulders relax, the way her breathing slows, the way her eyes barely ever open, as if she trusts Mynx to do her seeing for her. She winces once or twice as she eats, but doesn't even comment on the taste. She [i]does[/i] take the plate and wordlessly offer her leftovers to Mynx before flopping down next to her. "I keep trying to tell you, nothing is going to happen. Least of all on [i]my[/i] ship. All your temple friends are well in hand, and even if they weren't the Auspex is tracking everything better than you could." "Bella..." "Yeah yeah, whatever. Look, if you're gonna be this clingy at least make yourself useful. You can... ugh." Bella shifts and drags herself from the luscious haven of a bed full of pillows, with its own blanket and everything, and gingerly plucks what's left of her coffee off the floor. She drains it in a shot and shuffles over to her wardrobe, tearing her pajama shirt up over her head and tossing it carelessly onto the bed behind her. She smirks when she hears the small 'oof' that means she hit her friend with it. "Gimme your eyes for a minute, I'm still getting used to these clothes. Are these pants too much? They're the same color as my fur, so I thought it'd be flashy, but... And what do I even wear under these? I just don't know." She spins on the spot, holding the clothing in question over herself but otherwise wearing nothing. Her golden eye is sparkling as she lazily licks her lips.